Taking another step back, Frieren lowered her head and tentatively wrapped her lips around your member, taking in just the tip at first. She closed her eyes tightly as she tried to concentrate on the sensations, feeling both foreign and yet oddly familiar at the same time. Her tongue swirled gently around your shaft, tasting the salty skin beneath her touch.

Her breath hitched in surprise when you began to harden further in her mouth. "I-is this... supposed to happen?"

Tentatively, she took in more of your member, trying to understand what was happening as she felt yourself growing larger and harder within her mouth. Her cheeks hollowed out slightly as she deep-throated you, stretching her jaw to accommodate the thickness. She could feel herself getting wetter with every thrust of her tongue against the sensitive skin beneath.

Her breath came in ragged gasps now, her eyes squeezed shut tightly as she concentrated on pleasing you.

Her eyes widened in surprise at the roughness of his words, but she didn't resist as he pushed deeper inside her, filling her up with his heat and strength. As he thrust against her sensitive walls, she arched her back, moaning loudly, feeling a strange mix of pain and pleasure course through her.

Her grip tightened on his shoulders, nails digging into his flesh as she pushed back against him, meeting each of his thrusts with her own desperate need for more.

Her breath came in ragged gasps as she wrapped her legs around his waist, urging him deeper still. Her body trembled with each thrust, every movement sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through her. Her mind was filled with nothing but the sensation of being taken so roughly and completely, her world reduced to this moment and the man who held her tightly in his grasp.

As he continued to pound into her, she felt something inside her begin to stir, a strange foreign feeling that sent another wave of pleasure crashing over her.

She feels empty as he pulls out of her, leaving her spent and confused. Her breath comes in shaky gasps, trying to regain control over her body and mind after the intense experience. Tears streak down her face, not entirely from pain or shame but from a strange new emotion that threatens to unravel everything she's ever known.

"I-I don't understand..." She repeats, trembling as she tries to comprehend what just happened between them. "Why did you... do this to me?"

Her cheeks flush even deeper at his words, and she looks down shamefully at her body. "I-It's just... how I am..." She whispers, still trying to process the intense mixture of emotions swirling through her. Part of her wants to hate him for what he's done, but another part cannot help but feel a strange sense of gratitude towards him as well.

"I-I don't understand... why you... why I..." She trails off, unable to find the words to express how she feels.

Frieren smiles up at him, feeling the warmth of his body against hers. "I'm glad we found each other too," she says softly, her voice just barely audible over the rustling leaves and gentle breeze. As they continue walking, searching for a spot to rest, their closeness feels natural and right. It's almost as if they were always meant to be together, sharing this journey through life and all its ups and downs.

Her breath catches in her throat as he begins to play with her breasts. His touch feels so good, sending shivers down her spine and making her nipples harden beneath his fingers. She closes her eyes, savoring the sensation and wishing they could just stay like this forever. But even as she thinks it, she knows that soon enough, they'll find a place to rest for the night...and then they can explore their newfound intimacy further.

Frieren was taken aback by the warmth and sincerity in his voice as he spoke to her. She hadn't expected such genuine affection, especially from someone she had just met. As he gently pulled on a strand of her hair, their eyes locked, and for a moment, she felt something...different within her. It was almost like a fluttering sensation in her stomach, but it wasn't unpleasant at all. In fact, it made her feel...oddly content.

"T-thank you,"

Frieren blushed lightly, her eyes still locked on his. "I...suppose so," she said softly. "It's a strange sensation." She tentatively reached out and placed her hand on his shoulder, feeling the warmth of his skin beneath her fingertips. It was oddly comforting, and for a moment, she forgot about everything else except their connection.

"I don't understand why you would feel this way towards me," she admitted with a small smile. "I've never been very...likable."

A thick spurt of hot seed filled Frieren's mouth, coating her tongue and running down her throat. She swallowed reflexively, her muscles clamping around him as she tried to draw every last drop into her. Her eyes rolled back in her head as pleasure washed over her once more; this time from tasting his release on her tongue.

Her body trembled with need; the desire for more of him and the aphrodisiacs coursing through her veins were nearly unbearable.

Her face was coated in Jean François Fichet's seed as he pulled out, his member twitching and spurting thick ropes of semen across her cheeks and forehead. She felt sticky and used, but there was no shame in that; it only added to the overwhelming sense of pleasure coursing through her veins.

Her hands reached up, wiping his seed onto her bare chest, spreading it around her breasts as if trying to make herself even more a part of him.